AN: For those of you wondering if this is Brittana or Samtana, don't worry, Brittana is endgame.

I have a few things planned for this AU, but I'm starting to dislike my own creation and I'm thinking about not continuing this, but we'll see.

Enjoy the new update!

"Hey, Brittany, what about this mask, does it look accurate to the one in the comic book?" I ask, leaning forward towards the closet mirror, inspecting my handiwork. Brittany's iPod is playing on shuffle in the background, blaring whatever top pop albums that are currently circulating.

"Yeah, I think that looks way better." Brittany replies, rather sarcastically.

I adjust the elastic ties at the back so the mask fits more snugly against my cheeks. "Are you even looking at the other masks?" When I turn around, Brittany is on her bed, leaning against the wall, completely immersed in one of her programming textbooks and ignoring the masks laid out on the desk. "Brittany! You're not even looking at the other masks. How can you compare the differences and similarities if you're not looking at the other masks I've made?"

"It's just some college boy's Halloween party, San. I'm pretty sure if you put any old mask on everyone will think you're Batman," she explains, not even looking up from her book. "Besides, what makes you think they'll even notice any differences?"

Giving up, I peel the mask off my head and fix my hair, placing the mask on the table with the others. "Sam would know the difference. He's a total comic book junkie, even though he likes Marvel more than DC."

Brittany snaps her textbook shut so suddenly that it makes me flinch. "C'mon, take a break from preparing your costume and dance with me, I love this song!" She slides off the bed and takes my hands into hers, swinging our arms slowly to the beat. Her hips start moving too and eventually her feet start moving side to side. My own limbs are fumbling to keep up with her.

I'll dance dance dance

With my hands hands hands

Above my head head head

Like jesus said…

She lets go of my left hand and raises the other, prompting me to twirl into her waiting arms. Unsure of where to put my free hand, I lay my hand on top of hers, splayed on my hips as we sway to the steady rhythm. I can feel her chest pressed against my back and I blush when she rests her head against my shoulder.

"Y'know in this song, Gaga only says 'Bloody Mary' three times?" she whispers into my hair. Slowly, her hands slide up to my waist and guide me across her dorm room floor, my own hands squeezing hers, nervously. I don't trust my ability to speak when I'm this flustered, so I just pinch my lips together, waiting for her to continue.

"Did you ever hear that urban myth, where you say 'Bloody Mary' three times while standing in front of a full length mirror?" She guides us back to her closet mirror, peering over my shoulder at our reflection. "Close your eyes," she instructs. I obediently close my eyes, feeling her hands leave my waist to rest on my shoulders. "Now say 'Bloody Mary' three times, slowly."

I swallow, worried about what she's planning.

"Bloody Mary."

Once.

Her hands leave my shoulders and I can no longer feel her presence around me and the only sound is the music.

"Bloody Mary."

Twice.

Everything is still silent except the sound of my own breathing and quickening heartbeat in my ears. I bite my lower lip and furrow my brow, growing anxious and a little scared in anticipation.

"Bloody Mary."

Three times.

"Boo!"

My eyes snap open to find Brittany's face mere inches from mine. Surprised, I let out a squeak before stepping away quickly from Brittany, tripping over my own backpack in the process and landing on my butt. I press my hand into my chest to calm my racing heart as she laughs at me on the floor.

"That's not funny, Britt, you scared me!"

She muffles her giggles with her hand. "I didn't think you were so easy to scare. You're exactly like a little mouse."

I pout at her chosen nickname for me, crossing my arms with a huff.

"Aww, are you mad, little mouse? I'm sorry." She holds her hand out and helps me up, taking this opportunity to pull me into a hug. Our foreheads are touching and I blush again. She smiles before kissing my nose and scrunching her own.

I figured this would be an appropriate time to ease my insecurities and clarify our relationship. "Britt, are we…dating?" I whisper. Swallowing the butterflies in my stomach, I look away from her before continuing, "Because we never really talked about it and it seems like we just rushed into everything."

She pulls away and looks at me, confused. "I guess we're dating? I don't know. I really like you, Santana. Do you not want to date me?" she asks, worrying her lip.

I shake my head and squeeze her hands. "N-no, I do want to date you. It's just…the last time I dated someone like you it didn't end well."

Her face went from hurt to sad as she waited for me to explain.

I took a deep breath and paused before starting.

"It was back in high school. I was just as geeky as I am now, and my sexuality wasn't really a secret to anyone. One of the more popular girls in school had been dared to date me and take me to senior prom. I didn't know it at the time, but when things got too much for her she had publicly humiliated me by telling me about the dare at lunch one day, in the cafeteria. Shouting to everyone that was listening that 'No one would actually date a nerd like me' and that I was a fool for thinking she was actually interested in me. After that, I've had trouble trusting anyone who's friendly towards me, let alone believing that someone as pretty as you would date me."

When I looked at Brittany, she seemed on the verge of tears. "I can't believe someone would do that to you."

"Yeah, it kind of hurt my self-esteem and any relationships I've had."

"Well you should talk to me if you ever feel uncomfortable with anything. We can take things slow if you want. I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded at her words, "Yeah, can we take things a little slower? I'm not really comfortable with kissing in public but we can hold hands and hug."

Brittany smiled, "Is it okay if we sometimes kiss when we're alone then?"

"Yes, if the situation is right," I laughed.

She leaned forward until our noses touched, still smiling. "So, you think I'm pretty?"

"Definitely the prettiest girl I know in the engineering program."

Brittany nudged me away with her knuckles, "That's not a compliment! There's only like 12 girls in the program."

"Well, I can't say you're the prettiest girl on campus, until I've seen all the girls on campus."

She shook her head and pinched my nose in reply.

"So, what are you going as to Sam's party?"

Brittany's expression changes at the mention of Sam, but she speaks before I can ask her about it.

"I'm going as Supergirl." She skips to her closet and opens it, showing me her costume hanging at the end of the row.

My phone buzzes from the desk and I go over to check it. "Oh darn, I have a study group meeting in 20 minutes. I should go."

"Okay, I'm going to go for a run then. You can leave your Batman stuff here and we'll just meet up before the party tomorrow night," Brittany says in the middle of tying her hair into a messy bun.

I sighed as I gathered my things,"Batwoman. It's Batwoman, not Batman,"

She signs in return, "Okay, I'm sorry. Batwoman. The only person who's gonna care is your good friend, Sam."

She puts a bitter emphasis on his name. I can sense her disapproval.

We walk together down the winding path towards the main road on campus. While we walk I explain to her my fascination and my choice of going as Batwoman for the Halloween party. An out and proud superhero is definitely something I'd like to be. Whenever I come close to mentioning Sam, I can feel Brittany tense up. I'm not sure if it's because she thinks I like him in that way, which is unlikely, or she doesn't trust his intentions. She'd be right to be cautious of him because he made it kind of clear that he did like me in that way. I haven't had a chance to clear things up with him yet.

"I'll see you tomorrow night then?" Brittany asks, stopping in front of the biology building.

I nod as she looks around for any passersby before leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek. She takes off after that, jogging while waving goodbye.

I dig my phone out of my jeans' pocket and fire off a text to Sam, asking to meet him before the party so I can clear things up before he unknowingly attracts a jealous Brittany.